I never expected her to actually go and bloody die.
It was a friend who recommended Kate Granger’s first book to me. I read it in one sitting. It resonated hugely with the concerns that I felt about the environment in which we both worked – and in which Kate was now a patient. An environment where the little things mattered, and where kindness was as important as competence but often overlooked in the name of efficiency.
Soon, Kate and I were ‘friends’ on Twitter, and as I got to know her through her tweets, my overriding feelings were of awe and respect rather than pity or sympathy. Yes, she was young, and going through a particularly shitty illness, but what she was doing with her experiences was amazing. I wasn’t sure – and I’m still not sure – that I would have the strength to do what she did…
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